God, this is so short!! Dx !! And it needs to be edited. Ah well. Read on~
An auburn leaf tickled Maylin’s chest as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. She’d done it again- she woke up in the grass, covered by a blanket of leaves that fell from the tree last night. She still had her novel in her hand, and her flashlight was somewhere next to her. Maylin had fallen asleep under a tree in her backyard while she was reading a book. Maylin did this sorta thing a lot in the fall; the weather was just so pretty, and the smell of pumpkin pies and cinnamon was everywhere. Last night, it was especially abundant, along with turkeys and yams and marshmallows. Yes, last night was Thanksgiving, the celebration of when the Indians and future Americans all sat down together by a campfire and shared the harvest. Well, at least that was what Maylin’s textbook said.
The celebration in Maylin’s family, however, wasn’t about breaking bread. It was about Maylin’s 2 older cousins to see who could get to 4th base first, and for Maylin to stay as far away as possible. Her small wooden house was crowded, but not crowded enough to have her cousins lose her track. “God, why do they have to play this game every year?” Maylin thought to herself as she scrambled through the kitchen towards the back door. “Oh good, Maylin! I was hoping you’d pass through. You’ll come and help your sweet old grandmother, won’t you dear? You know my arhiritis makes it hard to make the casserole all by myself.”
And so, Maylin’s fate was sealed. Of course her cousins also offered to help Grandma Abel, and since she was partially blind, she couldn’t see Maylin being felt up as she mashed the sweet potatoes. After about 20 minutes in the kitchen Maylin was trapped against the refridgerator, half naked and sticky with saliva. She struggled, but she couldn’t get away without breaking her arms. Her cousins, both 16, were just too strong and too tall. Maylin wasn’t that worried then though- no, she was more worried when her grandmother didn’t see them carry her off into the backyard.
Thank God she had 4 beers that night, or else she would’ve been in a lot of pain.
So what had happened...? Maylin hadn’t remembered reading a book last night, or even bringing one into the back. She didn’t have a flashlight, either. As Maylin came to from her groggy state of sleep, she sat up and brushed the leaves off of her and saw she was wearing her cotton dress. No wonder she was so cold! This was definitely not what she was wearing last night... could it be possible that the game was finally over? Maylin didn’t even want to think about it. Her head hurt too much. It felt like sledgehammers were pouding at her brain. Alas, the effects of hangovers.
Maylin hated Thanksgiving.
Maylin and her Grandmother waved the final guests goodbye- Uncle Benny and Aunt Sam. That was it, at last. The rest of the day had been exhausting for Maylin. She had a fever now from sleeping outside and from the hangover, and had come to the conclusion that indeed, the 13 year old was not a virgin anymore. When she was finally sober and dressed in warmer clothes, she walked over to the convenient store to find her cousins, just where she thought they would be, sitting on the bench outside smoking. She’d brought her BB gun, but unfortunately she couldn’t do squat with it because of COURSE there just HAD to be an officer using the payphone a few yards away. Oh, the irony. There when she didn’t need him, and definitely not there when she needed him more than ever. So instead, she just had a pleasant conversation with them.
“Come back for more, eh?” crooned the first cousin.
“******** you! If you got me pregnant or got me sick I’m gonna skin you both! Was it both of you?” She whispered as quietly as she could in her current state of rage. She was still pretty loud. Just picture a horse trying to whisper, if you can.
They both nodded their heads in unison.
The cop was just now leaving, so soon their conversation would end. Immediately she calmed down, and her sweet smily returned to her face. She took a deep breath and looked into their eyes. “I only have one thing to say to you.”
And now the cop was gone. Before the two could even ask what she was going to say, she whipped out her gun and got both of ‘em in the kneecaps. Then, as soon as she saw the blood dripping from their wounds and both of them cry out in pain, a more sincere grin spread on her face and she laughed at them both. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you!”
And then she ran. She ran as fast as she could back to the house. She ran through the trees, so there was no way they could follow her. So there was no way that once they wobbled inside and told the cashier, that the cops could go speeding down the road and find her. That she couldn’t get caught.
She would have to run away.
So after her and Grandma Abel waved the rest of the guests goodbye, Maylin ran into her room and started packing. She didn’t have much to take; just some clothes, some crackers and her iPod. Not that her iPod would last that long. Still though, she wanted to listen to some songs before she went to sleep. And then she needed money. Money... what to do for money... she only had a twenty in her wallet leftover from her birthday. But she had a choice, though. A pretty wrong, wrong choice. But it looked like she didn’t have any other options.
She finally decided to take her grandmother’s money. She thought about it, and there wasn’t a good reason not to- she’d already screwed the rest of her life over. Maylin was the only one taking care of her blind senile 79 year old grandmother, her lifeline; she would soon die without her help. So, if she basically already killed her, she might as well take her money. Maylin would feel bad about it later, she decided, because that was the only reasonable explanation that she could come up with for why she didn’t feel guilty. No really, she was completely numb during the whole process of going into her room, unzipping her grandmother’s purse, and taking out the 400 dollars she had in the inner pocket. Nope, she didn’t feel bad when she pulled her drawstring bag tight and walked out the door, not even saying goodbye.
Now where she would go... well...
Maylin looked down at her dollar store wristwatch. It read 6:00 pm. She’d been walking along the railroad tracks for 3 hours now. She only hoped she was going the right way; she’d never gone this way before, since she’d never been on a train. Heck, she’d rarely left her one-horse town. There wasn’t anything to do there at all. There was a convenient store, some houses, dirt roads. Amazingly, a McDonald’s. That was about it. And then the way to any civilization with more than about 50 people was on a tarred road (very special) that went miles and miles until it merged with the interstate. She had never gone this way though, and she honestly had no clue where she was going. All she knew was that she was leaving. Leaving for good.
During all that’d free time, she’d usually just get so high that she couldn’t remember that she was stuck in a grandma-fied prison of nothingness. She didn’t have any money, so she’d just go down on the neighbors and then get stoned, shoot up, etc etc with them. Whatever they had. And she didn’t really feel any love in her life, so one could say that she looked for it in them; honestly, she found women to be more attractive then men. So one could also say that she did “fall in love” with one girl that visited her druggy buddy for a while... but the girl died from some STD soon after the fact, so that was that. She wouldn’t exactly miss anyone.
Her arms were getting tired from carrying her stuff, so she set it down and decided to rest for a while. Since she wasn’t watching out for rattlesnakes anymore, she figured her brain would start to think about what just happened and how she felt about it. Well... she got one part right- her mind replayed yesterday and the beginning of today’s events, bit by bit, in full color and detail. Still though, she felt nothing but physical pain. She started to question wether or not she was human, or worse yet, if she even had a soul. Coming back to the real world when a train passed by, she checked her wristwatch again. 6:42. Time to keep walking.
Eventually she got to what appeared to be a train station. By this time it was incredibly dark, and the only thing guiding her was the moon. Thank goodness it was full. When she saw the lit up platform, she started running until her feet hit the concrete. There wasn’t much there- a roof, some polls, benches and a ticket booth- but what she say beyond it was very exciting.
There, beyond the train station, was a parking lot. A tarred parking lot. And beyond that even, was a road. Roads and buildings. BUILDINGS. After 9 hours of walking (with only a box of saltines to give her energy), Maylin finally came to a place where people lived. A marching band started playing a jolly little tune in her head. But before she could rejoice and head for civilization, she saw someone running towards her. He had a shiny badge, and though he was fairly young, he was bulky and looked like he could easily take her out. This might be a problem. She was going to run for it, but he came closer to her than she thought he could manage, and she had no choice but to stop and stand there with a crooked, nervous smile wrapped on her face. "Hi-i there. Can I help you?" She tried to sound older and give her voice a deeper tone, but instead she just sounded like a croaking frog. Oh dear. How could she go back home now? She looked into his eyes and tried to maintain a straight face. He wasn't that old. In fact, he looked to be only a few years older than Maylin. What could he possibly do? He couldn't be that harmless. Maybe she could overtake him if necessary. She relaxed a bit.
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